Dear Andrew,I am SO proud of you! This month you got a little trophy from Miss Amy, your swimming teacher when you finished your sessions. The trophy was priceless- you eyed it when we first arrived that day...and I told you that if you did your swim-float-swim that you could earn your trophy too. For the next 10 minutes, your swimming was flawless and you concentrated so hard to make it perfect.
When Miss Amy handed you the trophy, I almost cried. Your first trophy! Andrew, I will never forget this moment, because it was the first time that you glowed with that so much pride. It was something that you worked so very hard for, swimming every single day, practicing and learning. I think you understood the concept of "I earned this."
You held the trophy above your head with both hands and exclaimed, "Mommy! I have a Piston Cup!" (from the movie Cars) The excitement on your face was priceless.
We went to school and you brought that trophy for show and tell. Ms. Ashley said that you never let go of that trophy all day long. On the playground, it went down the slide with you, on the swing, through the playhouse. In the class, it never left your side, you even took a nap clutching the trophy.
At home, you didn't even let your brother or any of us touch it. Every person that came through our door at that night's dinner party, you proudly held it up, "Look, I got a trophy!!" The cutest moment was when you were riding your Razor scooter. Since you needed both hands, you put the trophy behind you on the scooter's platform and rode around with the trophy in the 'back seat.'
Andrew, you are also developing quite a bit of attitude. Uncle Jay was here visiting, and you weren't listening to me when I told you to pick up your toys (for the 3rd time). So I said, "Ok, Andrew, pick up your toys or you'll get a spanking."
"NO! I don't want to!" he continues playing with his toy.
I spanked him.
(andrew glared at me) "that didn't hurt mom."
I'm totally speechless. Uncle Jay had to hide his head because he was trying not to laugh. In the end, I totally busted out laughing.
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Dear Nathan,All of the sudden you are talking in full sentences! Mommy and Daddy have to remember this and try not to use babytalk with you anymore. Because it sounds so silly when we do now;
"Nathan, night-night time? go bye-bye?"
"Mommy, no. I don't want to. I'm not tired."
Every single day, oh, at random times of the day, you'll say to us, "We're going to Disneyworld?" Anytime we pack you up in the car, you'll say "Disneyworld?" If I'm putting on make up, "Disneyworld?" If I even glance at my car keys, "Disneyworld?" If we even use the word "going" in a sentence, you say "Disneyworld?"
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Dear Boys,The funniest moment this month had to be just a few nights ago. The four of us were sitting at the dinner table, eating our pasta. Every one was quietly eating. I look up and Nathan, you were staring off to the side, with the most serious, concerned look on your face. The brows were tight, your eyes were focused on something outside the window.
"Nathan, whats going on?"
(big mouthful of pasta) "Iadfkna pfffshttfpin" (brows even more tight)
"Whats did you say?"
Daddy looks at you, sees your strange look on your face "Nathan, are you ok?"
(still chewing) "Ihjksfjfsfgkllaaapin"
Now, mommy and daddy are both curious, "What did you say? Say again Nathan."
"Ikaglakghsfjskgpin"
Andrew, obviously was bored from the conversation and even more bored from the pasta and chicken dish. He had one elbow on the table, propping his head up, the other lazily forking some pasta. Without even looking up, he rolled his eyes and said in a bored, exasperated manner, "He said he's poopin."
"Nathan, are you pooping?"
"Yessftf."
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Note: I'll post more tomorrow - its 2:30am and I'm getting tired!
